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just a little help for your books :) some are overrated, some are underrated! teens/young adults - est. 2019 ©baby-grill

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

she left him a voicemail every day in hopes that one day he'd answer again

"In a classroom? Wow, you're getting brave." Clay laughed as he looked around the room, "Never expected this out of you." I walked up to him, stopping right in front of him, our eyes locked onto each other. The grin disappeared from his face, my eyes red with fiery. I raised my hand to slap him, he grabbed my wrist. He scoffed, "Oh come one, you really shouldn't hit people." His grin appeared back onto his face as he inched closer to me. I stood there in silence and stillness, my hand frozen still with his finger's grip on it. ~~~~~~~~ Was it destiny that put us together or what pulled us apart? ~~~~~~~~ This shit is enemies to lovers trope